Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 29 A week later The first night after giving Noleen the phone number, I stayed awake all night, under the false hope that myfather would be kicking down the door any moment to come to our rescue.

The second day I spent all day by the windows, waiting, watching only for the night to come, andthat hope dissolved.

By day three, Noleen came into the shop and told me she had delivered the message,and I knew he wasn't coming for me.

I knew that any hope that my father would come to save us was gone.

He didn’t care; I was no longer his daughter.

It also meant the only chance of escape was for us to find a way on our own, which was unlikely.

Or so I thought until Jake told me he had to go to the rogue settlement.

"This is our chance, we have to do it now," Lexa urged.

Noleen had come in and said they couldn't fix the pipes, and Jake was going out to attempt to fix themfor them and no doubt feed on them.

I stand by the window, the chain heavy on my ankle that is attached to the end of the bed.

As his car disappears around the corner, I race toward the bed and dig my hand under the dresser to retrieve the butter knife I stole from down inthe kitchen before prying up the floorboard.

The last couple of times I had gone to work downstairs in the cafe, I had managedto smuggle a butter knife and a broken meat tenderizer.

I pry the floor board up, grabbing the chunky piece of metal.

Although the handle was snapped off, it was the only thing I had in the way of a hammer.

I begin smacking the lock on the chain, repeatedly hitting it and trying to break it.

The metal dents from the repeated blow, and I smashed my fingers a couple of times when suddenly the padlock clicked and popped, the lock opening.

down at it,

I had tried to break that lock and

urges, and I dig through the cupboards for clothes, pulling on one of Jake’s shirts

after much banging, the wood on the door scratched and chunks missing from hitting the brackets before we

as I stare

of being caught, some part of me warning me of

“El, El.

pressing beneath my skin as I try

I step out listening for movement

he was back? What if he knew of our plans? So many thoughts ran

running down the steps and through the

basement, reaching

behind the

I heard him curse when he left the key

eye as heglanced at me before moving the photo frame and taking a key off the back of

feet making the woodenstairs creak,

the shelves for anything to

shelf, I move to the back of

crawling forward in

her before lifting the

on the lock when the metal bends, the door bustedand crooked

on her sob, shoving it open

she gets to her feet, and I clutch her as I take most of her weight, not

weak

our way to the stairs, she grips

our way up the stairs, every step Lexa telling

against my ribcage as we climbed the stairs, fear slivering up my spine and making the dread in my stomach worseas we